The Harris Tweed® Journal

The wind is beating

11th December

Harris tweed wind moor winter storms

“… The wind is beating against the headlands
with its lonely song,
the moor yellow with flowers,
the small elegant lochs
like blue rings, there they used to walk
when they were children.
The loom of the wind on the headlands
with its eternal whine.”

– Excerpt from ‘Lewis’, a poem by Iain Mac a’ Ghobhainn (Iain Crichton Smith)

Moor photograph | Lewis Mackenzie

More Stories

Plover & Pattern

26th February | colour match

Historical Haircuts

15th February | archive
Back